5 I gcame to my garden, my hsister, my bride,
I gathered my imyrrh with my spice,
I ate my jhoneycomb with my honey,
I kdrank my wine with my milk.
Eat, lfriends, drink,
2 I slept, but my heart was awake.
A sound! My beloved is mknocking.
“Open to me, my nsister, my olove,
my rlocks with the drops of the night.”
3 sI had put off my garment;
I had tbathed my feet;
4 My beloved put his hand to the latch,
and my heart was thrilled within me.
5 I arose to open to my beloved,
and my hands dripped with myrrh,
my fingers with uliquid myrrh,
but my beloved had turned and gone.
My soul failed me when he vspoke.
wI sought him, but found him not;
xI called him, but he gave no answer.
7 yThe watchmen found me
as they went about in the city;
they beat me, they bruised me,
8 I zadjure you, O adaughters of Jerusalem,
bI am sick with love.
9 What is your beloved more than another beloved,
O cmost beautiful among women?
What is your beloved more than another beloved,
that you thus zadjure us?
10 My beloved is radiant and druddy,
edistinguished among ten thousand.
11 His head is the finest gold;
fhis locks are wavy,
12 His geyes are like doves
sitting beside a full pool.1
13 His icheeks are like jbeds of spices,
mounds of sweet-smelling herbs.
His lips are klilies,
dripping uliquid myrrh.
set with ljewels.
His body is polished ivory,2
15 His legs are alabaster columns,
His appearance is like oLebanon,
and he is altogether desirable.
This is my beloved and this is my friend,
O adaughters of Jerusalem.